(All characters are above 18 and this is a story for mature audiences.)
Priya was getting ready. As she looked into the cracked mirror of the restaurant's make up room. She shivered in disgust. She hated lying to her father. But, she knew his business was barely holding by a thread and he could no longer support her. She cursed herself for being so careless and sunning heavy debts with her luxury lifestyle. She owed big money to some really bad people. Her father could never know about the debt. It would break his heart.
She was now being forced to work as a topless waitress. She had told her father she was working in hospitality. Her poor father was so preoccupied with his own financial ruin that he had not bothered to ask for any specifics. Priya let out a sigh 'Poor Daddy is working so hard, even on his birthday. I am going to save up all of today's tips to buy him something special'. A shrill bell shook her out of her reverie. It was time to get ready for the lunch service. She smiled in irony because getting ready no longer meant dressing up now. Here is to a first day which I never wanted - she thought ruefully.
Priya removed her skirt and boots - careful not to let them fall on the filthy floor. Then she removed her shirt. Ruefully, she removed her panties and shivered as cold air hit her freshly shaved pussy. The manager hated if a bush peeked from the sides of the thong. She picked the tiny black thong. It was made of flimsy lace and she had to be careful. Even though flimsy, they were super expensive.
Priya carefully pulled the thong up her legs. The tiny triangle covered her pussy in namesake only. The plump lips of the pussy were tantalizingly outlined through the thin fabric and the thin bar had disappeared deep into her ass crack. The thin black band was an exciting contrast against her alabaster white skin. The dip of her navel looked so sexy. Priya giggled in embarassment. She knew within the first fifteen minutes of serving she was going to drench her panties. Priya was trying very hard to hide the fact that she was a virgin. She had such poor control over her arousal.
Again she thought of her Daddy. He was a very traditional man. He had insisted and warned her from a young age to stay a virgin for her would be husband. And she had kept that promise. Working here and with her job it was going to be hard. Even though there were very strict rules, people tried to mess with the waitresses all the time. The manager never minded as long as the visitors stuck to abusing our boobs. No matter what they did he would not interfere. But he was too scared of the law to let them go below the belt. He made the clients sign a contract and all at the time of reserving the table itself.
But, Priya was prepared and expected that she will have to endure some horny bastards slipping their hands in a squeeze of her juicy pussy or trying to push a thumb up her ass. Some girls gave more freedom for extra cash but Priya did not want to break her word to her Daddy even in spirit. So, she did not even masturbate no matter how aroused she was. She was truly a virgin.
The second bell rang. Priya couldn't postpone any longer. She reached behind and unhooked her bra. Her creamy 34 D breasts swayed a little but settled proudly. She was slightly smaller compared to the silicone girls at the restaurant but her flesh was creamy and soft. Immediately one could tell it was all natural. She was still a handful. The cold AC immediately stiffened her nipples. They were a dark ruby red - again a sexy contrast with her creamy white skin. She placed her bag in the locker and shuddered in anticipation of the indignity.
Priya stepped out and joined the line of waitresses. There were many more pairs of swaying creamy breasts. All were barefoot and wearing only thongs.
She blushed in embarrassment as the manager ran his greedy hands over her breasts "Priya, priya, priya... my new favourite... I am assigning you to a private dining room."
Priya cursed silently.
The private dining room was not a closed room but a semi-private area separated by thin curtains. Clients could enjoy a little more freedom. This commanded a higher price and a higher tip for the manager and the waitress. But it also meant more grabbing and squeezing.
(Priya tells her story -)
The manager personally escorted me to the private dining area and as soon as I stepped in I had the worst shock of my life. And I almost dropped the tray laden with drinks. My Daddy was sitting there with two other burly guys!
Even as the manager droned on and on welcoming them and telling them the rules, I could see my dad was equally shocked. His mouth hung open at the sight of my creamy boobs. The other two guys paid no attention to the manager. I recalled my dad had been stressed about some permits for a new business which was his last hope. Even this morning he was telling mom that there were two bureaucrats on whom everything depended. If they did not approve the licence we would lose everything. So, he was going to do everything possible. They had made some crazy request and he had to make sure that their every whim was fulfilled. Ramesh and Suresh were the names of these lechers.
I recovered first. I had to behave normally. My dad couldn't afford to lose his licence and I couldn't afford to lose this job. I had to forget that he was my daddy.
I walked in with an exaggerated sway of my hips and deliberately bounced my boobs. I could see Ramesh and Suresh salivating. Even my dad couldn't help looking at my creamy globes.
I bent down and let my boobs sway a little in front of their faces. I could see both R and S itching to reach for a squeeze but I could see it was their first time. R said "Don't forget the bday boy" and giggled nervously. I shuddered a little, straitened up and turned towards my daddy.
The room had 4 comfy chairs arranged in a circle but there was no table in between like a usual restaurant.
I blushed as I stumbled towards Daddy and bent in front of him. My dad looked at me with a strange mix of anger and embarrassment. I could see he was pointedly looking away from my boobs. The manager walked out and closed the curtains behind him. The light was a faded glow but I am sure the men could see my curves clearly.
Ramesh lost his inhibition now that we were private " Darling... today is a special treat for my friend. It's my friends birthday... so we want to make it special for him. So serve him first."
I nodded in understanding - what a terrible gift for my poor Daddy. I did not even want to think about our dinner tonight.
Suresh egged on " Come on Ajay ji - look at these juicy jugs. She is so fresh and delicious. Why don't you taste her first.?"
My father shook his head and murmured "no no". I was also rooted on the spot.
Ramesh stood up and walked a couple of steps to me. He stood behind me and pressed against my back. I could already feel his dick digging into my ass. His breath was hot against my skin as he nibbled on my neck and reached around to squeeze my boobs. He roughly kneaded my boobs "aah... these mangoes I could play with them all day.. comon Ajay... don't be shy... these creamy globes are begging for your touch."
I flushed in embarassment. Soon Suresh dragged my father to his feet and pushed him towards me. He pulled up my Dad's hands and placed them over Ramesh's. Ramesh gave a throaty laugh and slipped his hands down to my waist.
